'Til Death, and After, Always
Title: 'Til Death, and After, Always
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Temporary character death
Word Count: 1,260
Spoilers: S3
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.,
Author’s Notes: Written for the YAHAKM, for the prompt, “Nathan/Peter, CONSENSUAL "snuff", Peter with his healing powers.”
Summary: Peter trusts his brother to the bounds of death, and beyond.
“You ready?” Nathan asked. Peter nodded, licking his lips and smiling his beautiful lop-sided smile. Nathan leaned in for a brief kiss, just a tender pressure, the smallest prelude of what was to come.
He didn’t know how many weeks or possibly months Peter had been thinking about tonight, didn’t know what he would have done if Peter had gone to anyone but him. Nathan had been more than touched when Peter had broached the idea, more like shaken to his core with the trust Peter had endowed him to do this. Too long they’d drifted apart; tonight was meant to bring them back together, closer than they ever had been before.
“Yeah, yeah Nathan,” Peter whispered, eyes closed, cheeks touching together. Nathan reached up to run his hand through Peter’s dark hair, inhaling the scent of his shampoo, and over that, the subtle musk of his arousal. Not even been touched yet, and he’s hard for me. God I love you Pete, Nathan thought.
“Remember, snap your fingers if you need me to stop,” Nathan reminded him, pulling away to put both hands on Peter’s shoulders and look him directly in the eye. Peter nodded solemnly, making it into a pact.
“All right.” With those words, Nathan simply stood back and let Peter come to him, shirts, socks, shoes, pants, and boxers being discarded one article at a time as Peter’s hands delved to find Nathan’s flesh beneath the cloth. Nathan moved more quickly, Peter’s garments being shoved off roughly every time a limb presented itself, more concerned with seeing Peter right now than feeling him. That would be for later.
Sighing in contentment, Peter dropped to his knees as the clothing was finally gone, mouth and hands engulfing Nathan’s cock eagerly. Nathan smiled slowly, loving the way Peter’s hands barely fit around him, fingers gaping as Peter stroked him to hardness, loving how Peter’s mouth stretched to hold him, tongue laving, hitting every sweet spot.
And the thought of what was to come only made Nathan even harder in Peter’s grasp.
“On the bed Peter,” Nathan ordered, feeling the intense throbbing through his cock. He was close, and didn’t dare let Peter go any farther. Tonight was going to be special, and Nathan wouldn’t take any chances in letting it be over too soon.
Peter practically bounced into bed, drawing an indulgent chuckle out of Nathan, who leaned over him to kiss him on the stomach, tongue drawing a line down to his naval. Peter keened, and Nathan held him down easily with a hand. His cock stood out, desperately red and slightly weeping precum, but Nathan didn’t even give it the tiniest notice. Peter had wanted it that way.
The bed dipped as Nathan got on, sweeping Peter’s arms out of the way. Slowly, Nathan straddled Peter’s chest, pinning his arms under his knees, cock tapping Peter’s lips. Immediately Peter opened his mouth and took the tip in, sucking gently as Nathan got himself settled.
“I love you Pete,” Nathan said, one hand behind Peter’s head, the other touching his forehead. Peter’s tongue rapidly circled the end of Nathan’s cock, a thrilling, teasing sensation, as Nathan started to push in. Clutching the back of Peter’s head to get a good angle, Nathan fed himself down Peter’s throat inch by inch, until Peter’s lips were stretched obscenely around the base. No stuttered breaths came from Peter’s nose, and there was no labored rise and fall of Peter’s chest beneath Nathan’s thighs.
Tears filled Peter’s eyes, along with the beginning of fear, as Nathan tightened his grip on Peter’s head, holding him there. Never had Nathan been so far down Peter’s throat, and the feeling of it, the incredible tight silken snugness of it, was better than anything he could imagine. Peter struggled a little, and Nathan only smiled, feeling the convulsive swallowing around his cock like he was being milked. It was incredible, and Nathan rocked into the feeling, the throbbing beginning to pick up.
Muffled moans came from Peter’s throat now, and he started to buck, eyes going wild with panic. Nathan widened his stance a little and rode out the gyrations, holding down firmly, never letting up the pressure on Peter’s head.
“It’s ok Peter. It’s so good, you feel so good like this. I love you,” Nathan soothed, combing his free hand through Peter’s bangs. Peter’s hands began to beat against the mattress, and his mouth sucked harder and harder, as if he could just suck down the huge blockage of Nathan’s cock and be able to breathe again. Nathan shuddered all over, feeling himself actually swelling harder, bigger than he ever had before as Peter put skill and strength he didn’t even know he had into trying to win free to air.
If he really wanted to, Peter could have gotten himself free, and Nathan could feel Peter’s kicks stabbing out randomly at the footboard, trying to find any target other than Nathan. He remembered. Suffocating and dying, and he still remembered, Nathan thought with pleasure, free hand stroking down Peter’s cheek. And no snapping of the fingers yet, not from Peter. He’d see this through to the end; they both would.
“It’s ok, we both wanted this. You wanted this. You look so incredible Pete,” Nathan said softly, his words fitting in around Peter’s wild, muffled screams. The vibrations rang through his cock with astounding intensity, and Nathan knew he was close.
“Give in Peter, go on, just the way you wanted to,” Nathan urged, and used both hands to pull Peter’s head fully onto him. Peter’s struggles grew weaker and weaker, his hands and feet finally falling still, his throat slackening, and his eyes, wet and weeping tears of pain and panic, finally going dull. Nathan felt the hot stripes of semen splashing on his back as Peter orgasmed into death, and breathed Peter’s name as he finally came, shooting powerful pulses into Peter’s empty throat.
Nathan clung to Peter for several long minutes, just feeling him so limp and unresponsive below him, and knowing he was the cause. That he had been given that power, because Peter loved him. Feeling a latent twitch from his spent cock, Nathan finally pulled away his softened member and laid down next to Peter’s corpse, slowly trailing a hand down his chest. Even dead, he was still beautiful.
He knew the exact instant Peter started breathing again, feeling it under his hands. A few coughs and several hard swallows later, real life returned to Peter’s eyes as he turned to look at Nathan. He practically flung himself into Nathan’s mouth, and Nathan clung to him, taking himself thick on Peter’s tongue. It was long minutes before they separated enough to talk, bodies still pressed tightly together, legs intertwined, arms wrapped around each other. Their breaths pulsed from one mouth to the other, living and real.
“You ok?” Nathan asked finally.
“Absolutely,” Peter said, nuzzling down Nathan’s neck to briefly suck at the juncture between shoulder and neck. Nathan allowed that, let Peter decorate his neck with the bruises of his passion, his hands stroking through Peter’s hair, completely content.
“I love you,” Peter said, and Nathan could feel years of resentment and misunderstanding, on both sides, falling away with that declaration. All the love and trust they’d just shown each other had built up what they’d torn down, and Nathan couldn’t remember ever feeling closer to Peter.
“I love you too,” Nathan whispered, holding his little brother tight, and knowing he’d never hurt him again.
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[Author’s Note: This is the full prompt below -
My entry for the "Sickest Puppy" contest...
Nathan/Peter, CONSENSUAL "snuff", the ultimate Domination/submission: Nathan literally suffocates Peter to death with his cock.
MUST HAVES: Peter has his healing powers; they have discussed it beforehand and there's some form of non-verbal "safe word" in place; at the end, Peter heals and they cuddle, intensely bonded and satisfied.
Like To Haves: They start things out with a traditional blowjob and Peter eagerly getting Nathan hard enough for it to work; Peter fighting his self-preservation instincts telling him to hurt Nathan to survive; Nathan soothing him as he panics but never letting up, being intensely aroused by Peter's struggles and reactions; Nathan POV]
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Temporary character death
Word Count: 1,260
Spoilers: S3
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.,
Author’s Notes: Written for the YAHAKM, for the prompt, “Nathan/Peter, CONSENSUAL "snuff", Peter with his healing powers.”
Summary: Peter trusts his brother to the bounds of death, and beyond.
“You ready?” Nathan asked. Peter nodded, licking his lips and smiling his beautiful lop-sided smile. Nathan leaned in for a brief kiss, just a tender pressure, the smallest prelude of what was to come.
He didn’t know how many weeks or possibly months Peter had been thinking about tonight, didn’t know what he would have done if Peter had gone to anyone but him. Nathan had been more than touched when Peter had broached the idea, more like shaken to his core with the trust Peter had endowed him to do this. Too long they’d drifted apart; tonight was meant to bring them back together, closer than they ever had been before.
“Yeah, yeah Nathan,” Peter whispered, eyes closed, cheeks touching together. Nathan reached up to run his hand through Peter’s dark hair, inhaling the scent of his shampoo, and over that, the subtle musk of his arousal. Not even been touched yet, and he’s hard for me. God I love you Pete, Nathan thought.
“Remember, snap your fingers if you need me to stop,” Nathan reminded him, pulling away to put both hands on Peter’s shoulders and look him directly in the eye. Peter nodded solemnly, making it into a pact.
“All right.” With those words, Nathan simply stood back and let Peter come to him, shirts, socks, shoes, pants, and boxers being discarded one article at a time as Peter’s hands delved to find Nathan’s flesh beneath the cloth. Nathan moved more quickly, Peter’s garments being shoved off roughly every time a limb presented itself, more concerned with seeing Peter right now than feeling him. That would be for later.
Sighing in contentment, Peter dropped to his knees as the clothing was finally gone, mouth and hands engulfing Nathan’s cock eagerly. Nathan smiled slowly, loving the way Peter’s hands barely fit around him, fingers gaping as Peter stroked him to hardness, loving how Peter’s mouth stretched to hold him, tongue laving, hitting every sweet spot.
And the thought of what was to come only made Nathan even harder in Peter’s grasp.
“On the bed Peter,” Nathan ordered, feeling the intense throbbing through his cock. He was close, and didn’t dare let Peter go any farther. Tonight was going to be special, and Nathan wouldn’t take any chances in letting it be over too soon.
Peter practically bounced into bed, drawing an indulgent chuckle out of Nathan, who leaned over him to kiss him on the stomach, tongue drawing a line down to his naval. Peter keened, and Nathan held him down easily with a hand. His cock stood out, desperately red and slightly weeping precum, but Nathan didn’t even give it the tiniest notice. Peter had wanted it that way.
The bed dipped as Nathan got on, sweeping Peter’s arms out of the way. Slowly, Nathan straddled Peter’s chest, pinning his arms under his knees, cock tapping Peter’s lips. Immediately Peter opened his mouth and took the tip in, sucking gently as Nathan got himself settled.
“I love you Pete,” Nathan said, one hand behind Peter’s head, the other touching his forehead. Peter’s tongue rapidly circled the end of Nathan’s cock, a thrilling, teasing sensation, as Nathan started to push in. Clutching the back of Peter’s head to get a good angle, Nathan fed himself down Peter’s throat inch by inch, until Peter’s lips were stretched obscenely around the base. No stuttered breaths came from Peter’s nose, and there was no labored rise and fall of Peter’s chest beneath Nathan’s thighs.
Tears filled Peter’s eyes, along with the beginning of fear, as Nathan tightened his grip on Peter’s head, holding him there. Never had Nathan been so far down Peter’s throat, and the feeling of it, the incredible tight silken snugness of it, was better than anything he could imagine. Peter struggled a little, and Nathan only smiled, feeling the convulsive swallowing around his cock like he was being milked. It was incredible, and Nathan rocked into the feeling, the throbbing beginning to pick up.
Muffled moans came from Peter’s throat now, and he started to buck, eyes going wild with panic. Nathan widened his stance a little and rode out the gyrations, holding down firmly, never letting up the pressure on Peter’s head.
“It’s ok Peter. It’s so good, you feel so good like this. I love you,” Nathan soothed, combing his free hand through Peter’s bangs. Peter’s hands began to beat against the mattress, and his mouth sucked harder and harder, as if he could just suck down the huge blockage of Nathan’s cock and be able to breathe again. Nathan shuddered all over, feeling himself actually swelling harder, bigger than he ever had before as Peter put skill and strength he didn’t even know he had into trying to win free to air.
If he really wanted to, Peter could have gotten himself free, and Nathan could feel Peter’s kicks stabbing out randomly at the footboard, trying to find any target other than Nathan. He remembered. Suffocating and dying, and he still remembered, Nathan thought with pleasure, free hand stroking down Peter’s cheek. And no snapping of the fingers yet, not from Peter. He’d see this through to the end; they both would.
“It’s ok, we both wanted this. You wanted this. You look so incredible Pete,” Nathan said softly, his words fitting in around Peter’s wild, muffled screams. The vibrations rang through his cock with astounding intensity, and Nathan knew he was close.
“Give in Peter, go on, just the way you wanted to,” Nathan urged, and used both hands to pull Peter’s head fully onto him. Peter’s struggles grew weaker and weaker, his hands and feet finally falling still, his throat slackening, and his eyes, wet and weeping tears of pain and panic, finally going dull. Nathan felt the hot stripes of semen splashing on his back as Peter orgasmed into death, and breathed Peter’s name as he finally came, shooting powerful pulses into Peter’s empty throat.
Nathan clung to Peter for several long minutes, just feeling him so limp and unresponsive below him, and knowing he was the cause. That he had been given that power, because Peter loved him. Feeling a latent twitch from his spent cock, Nathan finally pulled away his softened member and laid down next to Peter’s corpse, slowly trailing a hand down his chest. Even dead, he was still beautiful.
He knew the exact instant Peter started breathing again, feeling it under his hands. A few coughs and several hard swallows later, real life returned to Peter’s eyes as he turned to look at Nathan. He practically flung himself into Nathan’s mouth, and Nathan clung to him, taking himself thick on Peter’s tongue. It was long minutes before they separated enough to talk, bodies still pressed tightly together, legs intertwined, arms wrapped around each other. Their breaths pulsed from one mouth to the other, living and real.
“You ok?” Nathan asked finally.
“Absolutely,” Peter said, nuzzling down Nathan’s neck to briefly suck at the juncture between shoulder and neck. Nathan allowed that, let Peter decorate his neck with the bruises of his passion, his hands stroking through Peter’s hair, completely content.
“I love you,” Peter said, and Nathan could feel years of resentment and misunderstanding, on both sides, falling away with that declaration. All the love and trust they’d just shown each other had built up what they’d torn down, and Nathan couldn’t remember ever feeling closer to Peter.
“I love you too,” Nathan whispered, holding his little brother tight, and knowing he’d never hurt him again.
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[Author’s Note: This is the full prompt below -
My entry for the "Sickest Puppy" contest...
Nathan/Peter, CONSENSUAL "snuff", the ultimate Domination/submission: Nathan literally suffocates Peter to death with his cock.
MUST HAVES: Peter has his healing powers; they have discussed it beforehand and there's some form of non-verbal "safe word" in place; at the end, Peter heals and they cuddle, intensely bonded and satisfied.
Like To Haves: They start things out with a traditional blowjob and Peter eagerly getting Nathan hard enough for it to work; Peter fighting his self-preservation instincts telling him to hurt Nathan to survive; Nathan soothing him as he panics but never letting up, being intensely aroused by Peter's struggles and reactions; Nathan POV]